Halloween Fic (Yeah, original, I know)

[aunt_zelda]

Title: Halloween (yeah, original)

Rating: PG-13 (boy kissing!)

Genre: Halloween Drabbled (I hope it’s a drabble …)

Pairings: Plaude and Mylar

Word Count: 282

Warnings: If you haven’t watched all of Season 1 of Heroes, or see Episodes 1-6 of Season 2, you shouldn’t be mucking about at a FANSITE, you should be going to shady sites and catching up!

Disclaimer: If any of us owned Heroes, Claude would not have left.                                       

Summary: My Halloween drabble. X posted to mylar_fic and peterandclaude.

My Thoughts: I heard the Gostbusters song this morning and I just HAD to write this fic … *sigh* I’m not on a sugar-high after our Day of the Dead celebration … really! And my friend (aimiesan) lent me a coat that looks like Jack’s army coat and Ten’s tweed coat mated REALLY well … the girl is a Mary Sue of me. *ashamed* The ‘two dads’ thing isn’t attacked nearly as much as it should be in these communities *glares*  

 

 

Claude was currently chasing Peter around the empath’s gigantic apartment. It was nearing Halloween evening, and Peter had refused to stop singing “An invisible man … sleepin’ in your bed …” all bloody day.

“Damnit, pup!” Claude snarled, tackling Peter to the ground. “It was funny the first time but –”

He didn’t get to finish, because the empath’s lips knocked against Claude’s. The invisible man had no choice but to accompany Peter to the aforementioned bed.

~*~

Mohinder was getting anxious. He’d never taken someone trick-or-treating before, and  Molly had insisted on going as a samurai – complete with an actual katana Hiro had lent her.

“Just relax, Mohinder!” Sylar said, slipping on some silly alien antennae on springs. “It’s a lovely family tradition!”

Mohinder had no costume. “What am I supposed to go as?” he practically wailed.

Sylar rolled his eyes, stepped forward, seized the geneticist in a tight embrace, and kissed him passionately on the lips.

“You’re going as my boyfriend,” Sylar murmured into Mohinder’s ear. “Honestly, for a genius you can be really stupid sometimes.” They resumed their kiss.

Molly entered. “Whenever you’re ready!” she called out, grinning.

~*~

A girl with magenta hair – her age seemed to change every few minutes – in a long dark army coat that was almost brown tweed, stopped fingering her silver pentacle necklace and jumped down from the tree she’d scaled. She’d seen the tackling of the empath, and the kissing of the geneticist.

Smiling, she clicked her blue-glowing pen. Green Day’s American Idiot began to play as she skipped down the street towards the large blue box to check in on her two dads: one who regenerated from time to time, the other who stayed exactly the same, due to a cell-regenerating ability.